studying, sleeping, facebooking, wasting endless time, it really must be summer.
call it whatever, i'm not a huge fan.
i mean, water, sunlight and beaches disagree with me. in fact, i don't once remember enjoying the beach.
but anyway, now it's school prep, and summer reading
WHICH FAILS AT LIFE.
why? because my academic institution is unable to realize good literature, from pointless rubbish. last year, we read Black Boy. which, I don't deny, is a timeless memoir many must find scintillating and really worth the read. Really, mates.
Except for me. Sparksnotes, proved too much with that one.
Now, I get the Scarlet Letter. Let me be cle